White murder

Whattup dawgz!!! Here's another rap I just wrote!! And just for you to know I wrote this rap just for fun so it's fuckin stupid!! Haha don't look for somethin' special just read as it is: a way of havin' fun with art aiight? Well, take care dawgz!! See y'all later!!

Peace out!!

White murder

Intro:

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one horse open sleigh

(Scratches)

1st verse:

Fuck Christmas and all the happiness that’s supposed to bring

Today I end this shit, ring-ring

“Who is it? It’s the Grinch!”

“Oh come on in, sit and start to think”

“How are gonna end this thing?”

“I know, let’s put a dick in Santa Claus’s ass!” (Beat ends)

Oh shit, he’s gay, the Grinch is gay

Fuck it! I don’t like man

Go away, go back to San Francisco’s bay!

Let’s go back to the plan (Beat begins again) guess what?

There’s a big van parked outside

With all the tools to take Santa out, bye-bye!

Little kids are singin’ at my door

“Get the fuck outta here; I don’t wanna hear this no more!”

(But why sir? It’s Christmas, don’t you know?)

Of course I do, and today I’m endin’ it that fo’ sho!

So people may be askin’ why finishin’ Christmas, right?

Well, cuz it’s time to transform this thing tonight

Yeah, a transformation, an evolution, a modification

Stop hangin’ crowns in your door, go and have a fuckin’ vacation

Go to the beach, go to the lake and get away of this big fake

I’m still thinkin’ should I hit Santa’s head with a rake? (ha ha)

Get him in the oven until he bakes and a whit and red cake?

Well, I’d better start joinin’ my ideas together

Cuz the time has come, there’ll be no other, to commit this

Chorus:

White murder!

Today is Christmas Eve

And everybody will see this

White murder!

Santa is goin’ down

No more fuckin’ crowns

White murder!

Children forget your gifts

You’ll only receive porn magazines

White murder!

This’ll be a white murder!

2nd verse:

OK, let’s start buildin’ my fuckin’ trap

Let me open my “Ho-Ho” plan

There’s the livin’ room, the table and the tree

Hey Santa, do you like rap?

I should play some while you die (he he)

Here’s some beer, I’ll put it instead of milk

Santa will drink it and be unable to think

This mink coat will help me to cover his eyes

I’ll hang it in the chimney and when that fuckin’ big pink ass

Enter my house, it will fall and make him completely blind

The first step is done, what’s next?

Read the text , what it says?: take Santa’s clothes of

I’ll keep the hat, the belt and the boots, that’s enough

Yeah, I know what I’ll do with those

I’ll hang ‘em in the street poles or sell them in casinos

My trap is almost finished, but somethin’s misssin’

Have you guesse? Yeah...the killin’!

So let’s tie a rope down the floor

Santa will you be able to jump?

I don’t think so, you’ll trip and fall

Your ass will be in the middle of the cross

And that tree next to the wall?

Yeah, you’re right, it’ll fall over you, adios!

Everythin’s ready and settled; I meant no diss

But you’re ready kids? Cuz you’re about to see a

Chorus

3rd verse:

Everyone is positions. I just heard a sound

Sshhh! That’s the reindeer settlin’ down

In the roof, I bet there’s faggot Rudolf

With his fuckin’ red nose and the other eight hoes

Oh my God, I’m so excited! Santa just rose

He’s walkin’ with his sack toward the chimney

I can hear this fag’s boots goin’ skweeky skweeky

Now come on down you big fat ass

This’ll be your last motherfuckin’ Christmas

No more goin’ to other house to leave your bags

Or goin’ back to the North Pole with those pussy dwarfs!

He just drank the beer! He’s getting’ dizzy

I can see it all from my hidin’ seat

The coat fell in his head and he’s screamin’ like a kid! (ha ha)

Hey Santa wanna play hide and seek?

(Who’s there? Please help me!)

Oh no, give me your fuckin’ red suit

(Here it is. What else do you want? Take my boots!)

OK Santa take my hand and walk right there

Haha! You just fell in the last trap, you poor little wild bear

On the count of three: One, two, three, wheeee (Loud noise)

I did it! I killed Santa! It was only me!

(Allan what was that…what the fuck?!?!)

Oops I’m sorry ma, Santa’s dead you ain’t getting’ your new bra!

(But Allan, this is…this is. I know this is my whit murder!)

Chorus (in the back)

Outro:

Haha no more Santa motherfuckers

Now it’s time to grab his sleigh

And go around the world

Visitin’ each house, leavin’ the gifts

Cuz poor little kids

They’ve got to receive their porn magazines!

Haha Merry Christmas!